Chrisse has been busily spilling the beans, er,
sharing about everyone in the family. I feel it my duty to hi-jack the blog for a minute and tell you a little more about her.
Chrissie...
• Says "crap-a-mighty" when frustrated.
• Was told as a girl that she is "without guile". Still is.
• Gave up Dr. Pepper (and all soda) in January. This is actually one of the signs of the impending Apocalypse.
• Misses Emily and tires from being the sole source of estrogen and good smells in the house.
• Mocks me when I use words that are obscure or unnecessarily ostentatious.
• Used to be so telephone-phobic that she could hardly bring herself to make phone calls. (Boy, those days are gone!)
• Was in tune enough to get me to take a second look at become involved in humanitarian work, then threw her support behind me.
• Stopped watching "All My Children" (Better check the 72-hour kit!)
• Even though she is the Bishop's wife, she is as in the dark as everybody else most of time.
• Makes such a killer carrot cake that she has ruined any other carrot cake for me.
• Cries at movies, then excuses it by saying she is stupid.
• Is quickly becoming a full-fledged techno-geek.
• Misses her father terribly.
• Had a cow named after her by a boy she dated.
On a more personal note, Chrissie is the best part of my life, and has been for 22 years. She calms me down, supports me, disagrees with me, loves me, and for some reason I may never completely understand, wants to be with me forever, and every moment until then. We are bound together, and in all these years I have yet to find a marriage that I envy above my own. "Happily Ever After" isn't a dream, it is very real. I have proof.
Chrisse has been busily spilling the beans, er, sharing about everyone in the family. I feel it my duty to hi-jack the blog for a minute and tell you a little more about her. 
For Brad's birthday, his brother Andy got him a Halloween toy. You know those things that you see everywhere now - it's this old man that takes his head off and talks. Well, initially Ryan thought it was really funny and couldn't wait for Brad to set it up. Then, after a couple of nights he started having bad dreams. So Ryan and I got the thing and put it in my bedroom and covered it up with a blanket. That didn't work too well, so we finally took it out of the house and to Brad's office. However . . . the bad dreams continued. It got to the point that he was coming into my room at least 3 times at night. I had long talks with him about make believe things and I talked to him about prayer. And he said, "Yeah, but mom, Heavenly Father never answers my prayers." It about broke my heart. He was crying in my lap and I talked to him about faith and prayer, and I told him to pick out a primary song that he could sing to himself when he gets scared. He picked "Called to Serve". I tucked him into bed and put his stuffed animals all around him to guard him. Then I asked him if I could say a prayer for him. He let me and then I put primary music on, kissed him and left. But I said another silent prayer that Heavenly Father would let him see that He does answer prayers. 
